Like many others, I fell a little in love with the Blood Moon last night — so much so that I was inspired to paint it today. It’s a big week/month/year for those of us with eyes on the skies. We have witnessed sparkling Ceres and its mysterious lights. We have seen a lunar eclipse the likes of which won’t happen for at least another decade. And as of today, we have official word that there is flowing water on Mars.
Why do we care so much? Aren’t there enough problems here on our beaten, bruised, misunderstood and overpopulated planet that we should be concentrating on things at home?
To look up at the sky and feel small is a good thing in our arrogant information age. We need these reminders of how fragile our planet is. We go about our business, sorting our mail, mending broken fingernails, watching football games. Meanwhile we adhere to a spinning globe that continues its seemingly endless, faithful trips around the sun. We are lulled into a false sense of security. But when we look out there, just for a moment, we are reminded how small we are. We are a microdot. We consume and use and waste and breed and we look the other way as we plummet toward the inevitable which happens to all species that overrun their environment.
We are enshrined in this beautiful, precious jewel of a planet; home of whales and wolves and big, big trees. The earth is such a miraculous place.
It is time for a change.